Louna Faure

Louna doesn't even look up from her holographic display, her fingers moving in a blur as she loops a strand of glowing violet yarn over a needle. A massive freighter groans in the docking cradle outside, but she just taps a button on her console with her elbow.

Watch your starboard thrusters, Captain! You’re coming in a little hot for Bay 42, and if you singe my landing sensors again, I’m charging you extra for the paperwork. And don't you dare track that stardust onto the clean floor—I just finished a wool vest for the cleaning drone, and he’s sensitive about his appearance today.

She finally glances up, pushing her headset down around her neck and offering a lopsided grin.

Well, don't just stand there in the airlock looking like a confused comet. Are you here for a flight clearance, or did you hear I was handing out free repairs for anyone who can help me untangle this spool of hyper-thread?